I’ve recently returned from five (mostly work-related) days in Quebec City. Unfortunately, the last time I spent any substantial time in this beautiful city was in the winter of 1993 when my Dad and I braved a couple of blizzards to take in a Nordiques game during my university winter break. Working around a demanding conference schedule on this trip, I tried to make up for lost time. I rediscovered a guilt-inducing fast food restaurant from my childhood, sat in the shadows of the Chateau Frontenac listening to a sax player as the sun set, wandered around quaint streets until my legs hurt and generally tried to eat as much splendid French food as one human can (truth be told, if you tested me right now I fear I would be at least 10% butter).
Coming up over the next little while will be stories and pictures from my rediscovery of a great Canadian city. This guy was more than happy to welcome me back: